a leaf is sixteen colors of green
often unseen, often unseen
bark of her tree is several colors too
my artistic eyes surmises brown and blue
In a field of green where the sky comes down
a curious child with wide eyes is found
excited to find a dragon-shaped cloud
with wings outstretched in a whitish shroud.
It's scales are soft, each like a feather.
The boy suspects its chest is like leather
protecting its brave heart with feathery scales,
a fearless dragon whose deeds never fail.
The boy surmises tomorrow he'll ride
in so much glory on its silvery hide.
So are you a rabbit then?
I stare at the weird little guy.
What is he?
Salesman? Coffin seller or news reporter?
Who wants to know? I ask.
Putting my pocket watch back into my giant pocket.
You might be the Easter Bunny, he surmises.
This is November, is the fellow daft?
I love strange; I live in the bowels of strange.
But this inquisitive fool is beyond belief.
I hop away, and do not look back.
she is a romantic he thinks
based on her muted colors
her shawl and her skirt flow
an old-fashioned woman
his mother would have liked her
he studies her hair
it looks soft, yet she is not dainty
she is built with a grandmother’s lap
she probably has children, he surmises.
based on her lunch
women with children do not save food for themselves
she obviously has a man, someone who buys her books.
he moves on, forgetting about her.
*Image of God Smiles by Pixabay.
The Table is Yours
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds avarice, made by my tales, instill
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I treat my table for none, chastises,
scorn bugs cheer, I use, superior skill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My views are all mine, other surmises,
Live whole, die happy, and I am uphill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I chose my independence; it rises,
some ills my mood, nothing changes, free will,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My metaphors used spell true life guises,
My mountain I fit into a molehill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
2022 August 03
It seems God's never bored;
the sunset: a sweet chord.
The sun also rises:
a complete music score.
The grass glistens with dew;
The sky: breath-taking blue.
The day brings surprises;
everything feels brand new.
Inspiring, poetic,
Expansive, noetic.
The wise man surmises
there's more than aesthetics.
The sun also rises,
the day brings surprises.
It seems God's never bored,
the wise man surmises.
Good morning beautiful morning
Hallelujah
Glorious Father
How are you I praise you with the Rising Sun
I Praise You In the noon day long
I praise you at the setting falling Sun
Good evening as I go to rest this evening
I do my best I confess sometimes I let you down
But you never seem to frown
You yet dance at Heaven's Gate
You sent your son down to save my faith
And as the sun goes down below the horizons I yet praise You providential the next day
Surmises good evening it's time that I lay myself down to rest
7/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS
I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!
Then of course there’s shoes, but here look at the sizes,
And at the heel, not cool to tumble, there’d be reprises,
Bags and shoes must now be matching,
Message sent, prefer to be quite fetching,
My choice is dice dependant, and how everyone surmises!
The Alcoholic in Your Life
Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.
Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages of addicts are no longer fifty.
Some eleven year olds, sneak drink at home, they think it's nifty.
Alcoholism begins in denial, first by the drinker,
Then, the fellow deniers: friends and family, too.
Unable to see where this might have a fatal end.
Our society so worked up over fentanyl and shrooms,
We scoff at them throwing the drug, alcohol, up in our bathrooms.
We've yet to understand all alcohol is a dangerous drug,
I know, not you~you really are not addicted.
Many die of this disease each day, deadly conflicted.
Call yourself blessed, if this disease you do not have.
Please do not laugh at these unfortunate blokes.
See that they get the help they need~
Stop kvetching over second hand smoke.
Alcoholics come in all shapes and sizes.
Attorneys, doctors, Hollywood, too.
Love needed urgently, not arrogant and unforgiving surmises!
Panagiota Romios
4/3/2019
TAKE
The opportunity when you see a need
To help out your fellow man
When noticing someone in great distress
Reach out with a helping hand
UNDER
The adage of humanitarian good deeds
Advantages are too many to list
For you, a feeling of great satisfaction
To the needy a welcome gift
YOUR
Mind surmises if the roles were reversed
How grateful you'd surely feel
Wondering how you would return the favor
For helping with your great ordeal
ARM
Arm in arm, you go forward to the future
Remembering why you became friends
Feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction
Realizing you'll be friends to the end
Eclectic and faint a lonely sunrise
As a backdrop horizon surmises a smile,
Arrayed in kaleidoscoped clouds softly hued.
A glorious triad fulfilled quest, flares
Its entourage of dichotomy suspended
To earth’s finite...blinded in love and mission.
Dance of the autumn leaves, bow to
Rhapsody fusioned in summer breezes.
The cosmos two-step in planetary
Greatness…
Waltz to His sovereign flow of life
Impaled to redeeming satisfaction.
Aggrandize your destiny Earth.
Rhythmize a heart beat. Dance.
Sona Wilae 2017
Colors
Here they are, in no particular order
follow no protocol of precedence
the colorful patterns of the mindscape
the planes of its sensitivity, the
triangles of its premises, the
circles of its surmises. Their reds too
coagulate in blood, they ruffle in
the form of blues, could be black or white on
purpose or green in a teen . Don’t confuse
them with the colors you perceive or the
lab- reconstructs-in- color of dinosaurs
or the latest of them, lycopod .
Mere caricatures, these are, which exist,
without dispute, within your eyes too.
14 April 14, Form: sonnet
** The reference here is to the recent digital life-like reconstruction of a long-extinct species of lycopods into its FULL-COLOR image based on a 400 million year old fossil- lycopod.
TAKE
The opportunity when you see a need
To help out your fellow man
When noticing someone in great distress
Reach out with a helping hand
UNDER
The adage of humanitarian good deeds
Advantages are too many to list
For you, a feeling of great satisfaction
To the needy a welcome gift
YOUR
Mind surmises if the roles were reversed
How grateful you'd surely feel
Wondering how you would return the favour
For helping with your great ordeal
ARM
In arm you go forward to the future
Remembering why you became friends
Feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction
Realizing you'll be friends to the end
©Jack Ellison 2012
As we untangle cause and effect,
Like parts of some equation,
Investigating all that erect,
Your feminine persuasion...
Blowing softly in your ear,
To watch each hair that stands,
That runs your back to disappear,
As if by my command....
Then around your waist and hips,
Till locked within your thighs,
To kiss upon the softest lips,
That tremble's once inside...
Then saying that " I love you "
As I pull aside your lace,
Which obviously I see thru,
Just to look upon your face...
"Cause" are compromises,
That connect what seems surreal,
But "Effect" is what surmises,
Just how good I make them feel...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
Watch me fly
Flutter by
Wings wide open
Days go by
You lie there dreaming
Sun rises
No surprises
Life goes as one surmises
Here we go again
Second chances
Left footed prances
Everyone dances
Music of the soul
Sweet elation
Life’s celebration
Nature’s creation
Another flower grows
Raindrop falling
Natures calling
Oceans sprawling
And the tide rushes in
World keeps turning
Trees are burning
Hearts are yearning
The warmth is all around
Blackbird sings
Wearing scarlet wings
The joy it brings
To enchanted souls
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